Sitting On Your Baby's Face

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 Chapter Three

The work of a pantie thief!

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Scaramouche and his disturbing— unhealthy obsession towards you, his gorgeous little classmate. (Soon to be more)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader.

Yandere, creepy, obsessive and disturbing behaviour, character death (he kills someone *shocked face*), strangulation, worshiping, masturbation, pantie stealing/sniffing, mentions of cum, everyone is 18+, dark content ahead! modern/collage au, mdni, afab reader. 2.6k

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s eyes are locked solely onto your almost comically glowing figure, and he’s one hundred percent sure that if he were to squint his eyelids hard enough— there would be a pair of Angel white wings sprouting from your back, and a golden halo floating above your head. You looked so god damn ethereal, he thought. The harsh blaze of the sun shining against your face so elegantly that it made you look almost unreal, how your skirt blew softly along with the breeze. He has to quickly swipe the back of his hand over his mouth and make sure he’s not drooling at the sight— humming in annoyed amusement when the feeling of his saliva leaves a small, wet spot on his skin. Ignoring the weird stares he gets from other students around him, Scaramouche rises up from his spot on the grass and walks over to annoyingly insert himself in the group conversation you and your friends were having.

He doesn’t care about the glares he receives from them, because he’s more focused on the way you turn and smile at him welcomely, greeting him with that same soothing voice of yours that has his mind spinning in circles. He nods back at you in response, his eyes slightly dropping in rapture at how he’s finally close enough to you where he could do stuff like this. Everybody who was conversing with each other before he arrived, had stopped talking so freely— instead they choose to whisper their words because of the abrupt, awkward atmosphere that he had unintentionally brought over. No one there likes him, not one bit. His behaviour is creepy, not only in general— but directed towards you. Sometimes, his obsession towards you unknowingly breaks through his grumpy stature and slips up that he’s not sane. How his lips turn to a snarl when you mention hanging out with a certain friend, or how you’re coincidentally always paired up with him for assessments. Strange… yeah, they’ve noticed, and he’s noticed their more passive aggression towards him.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who bites down on his own tongue to muffle his heavy breathing when he hears your friends voice their concern about his relationship with you, as he’s stationed behind the wall to the women’s restroom— listening intently to their annoying voice. Oh how badly he wanted to pounce on and bash their skulls into the ground— but then that would really scare you off, so he dismisses it and continues to harshly scratch at the now growing scab on his thigh. You wouldn’t abandon him, would you? You did agree to be his ‘friend’ for life, even though you were drowsy from a two hour mid term test and probably had no idea what he was asking, you still agreed. Scaramouche feels his heart swell love when your sounds of disagreement enter his ears— wow, you’re sticking up for him? Arguing that he’s just a misunderstood and lonely boy, Saying he’s not as weird as everyone thinks? That you think he’s quite… cute? That last one allows a bright, red hue spread across his face, as well as his eyes pretty much dilating into hearts— a flush on his face which quickly rushes down his pants and to his dick, making it painfully prod against his now tight underwear. Though he of course wants to hear more of your silky voice echo though his ears with praise, directed at him, he hurries off to the male bathrooms so no one will catch him with a boner outside of the girls. That would definitely raise more alarms.

While Scaramouche is angrily pumping the shaft of his cock and rutting his hips up into his palm, gripping onto the tile wall of the stall he crammed himself into— he’s thinking of ways to rid of those wretched vermin you declared were friends. When the first wave of cum sprays from his dick and spreads jolts of pleasure throughout his body— he decides that they should no longer study at the same university as the both of you, and plans to fake an incident so they’ll be kicked out. When he’s moaning out your name in a shallow, pathetic whimper, squirting his fourth round of sticky cum up and all over the stall door— he thinks that, that wasn’t punishment enough. For trying to get in the way of your love, they should be gone entirely. Erased from existence with absolutely no way to interact with you, ever again. Hastily tugging up his pants, patting down his shirt and ruffling with his purple locks— Scaramouche exits the stall he had just orgasmed in and straight past the sinks, dismissing the thought of cleaning his hands and instead heads off to his next destination. Not caring about the cum he had painted all over the wall, in fact— he was more than smug about the thought of someone seeing the mess that he had left. (Because he’s yucky like that)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who— two weeks later, walks into his next class and takes his rightful seat beside you without a care in the world. As if he had not broke into one of your friends house during the middle of the night and strangled them in their sleep, just the night before. It’s was a slow and merciless process— one that he had relished in tremendously. The sight still vividly remains in his mind, how she had gasped and struggled around under the weight of his body. How his hands— tenuous as they were, wrapped around her throat and squeezed with all his strength. His eyes were downcast and luxuriating in the way her own had slowly started to loose their life, as her disgusting hands— which he knew had countlessly touched all over your graceful ones— had, inchmeal, lost their grip and fell from his arms that they were so desperately clawing onto for dear life. He hopes that they would forever remember the sinister smile he had on his lips the entire time during their suffering, because god does he wish that his face will haunt them for the rest of eternity.

He’s your shoulder to cry on when you hear of the news, when you had flung your head into the crease of his neck to weep your worries— he’s grinning like a mad man into your hair while patting your back lovingly, taking the thrilling opportunity to draw in a long and deep breath of your aroma which had fogged up into his nose. Your delicate hands are gripping onto his sleeve as you shed tears of sadness over the loss of your dear friend, all while he’s smugly lavishing in the tender warmth of your touch. Just as he had visioned, having his beloved in such a distressed state where she can hardly form coherent words, he takes this chance to voice out his words of so called solace. “Truely such an unfortunate end for them to face… if you would like, we can leave class early and I’ll walk you home. It’s not a good idea to stay here while you’re in such a… vulnerable state.” And take you home he does. From collecting your belongings and leaving the room, to whisking you away from nuisances who tried to console you themselves, Scaramouche holds your hand tightly while you both walk the path to your house. You were so wrapped up in your head that you don’t notice how he had known the exact direction without having to ask you.

The first thing Yandere Creep!Scaramouche does when he trails behind you through your front door, is rack his eyes over every wall in the entrance way for sighs of other males. Wether family photographs or shoes that he knows aren’t yours. He sighs out in relief when there is nothing for him to fret over— So he tightens his grip on your hand and trudges in the direction to your living room, right next to your bedroom. Your… bedroom… he’s almost foaming at the mouth. He’s just mere meters away from entering your bedroom for the first time ever. A place which you sleep, where you study, where you… masturbate. He pauses his steps, eyes slightly widening in realisation at the thought. You would definitely touch yourself at night, right? Maybe you grip onto your bed sheets in desperation as you’re plunging your fingers into your tight and wet pussy. Do you muffle your bonny moans with your hands out of embarrassment? Or do you let loose and allow them to echo of the walls of your room. He’s hoping option number one, for he does not want anyone other then himself to hear those cute little noises you let out. Scaramouche snaps out of his day dream when the feeling of your hand leaves his, and unconsciously, he reaches out to grip onto it because he’s already missing your warmth.

He excuses his actions of needfulness as a way to console you further, because he ‘does not want you to feel alone in this time of need.’ And encourages you to sit down and rest away your worries, as he’s by your side the entire time and tending to your needs. When you have tears leaking out from your beautiful eyes, and snot dripping from your nose— Scaramouche is extending a tissue into your hand and hovering his palm over your knee. When he notices the way your racked sobs slowly start to level with your now calmer breathing, he’s finding his way around your house and to the kitchen, searching each and every cabinet for a glass and filling it with water— back by your side before you even had the chance to notice his brief absence and handing it towards you. (Not before he keenly rummaged through your fridge and took a mental note of the foods you like to eat.) Scaramouche, with one hand, lifts the cup of liquid to your lips, while his other lands on the back of your head to tilt it upwards— and god does he feel like your boyfriend in this very moment.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who twiddles with his thumbs expectantly when you excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up, saying you’ll just quickly try and shower off your disturbance and be out within minutes. He nods quickly, and waves you off, muttering that he’ll wait right here on the couch for you, and watches as you waddle off in the direction he assumes is the bathroom. And he does stay put— for the first couple of minutes. Because when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, enters his hearing— he’s jumping up from his seat on the couch and making a beeline straight for your bedroom. His mouth slightly parts when he’s in the doorway, and his eyes dart around the room in excitement. Your dresser… your desk… your bed. His stare is dead set on your bed, and he’s about to start waking over to it until he accidentally steps on something soft that was lying on the floor.

When he looks down— he can basically feel his heart stop beating, because under his foot, is a cute little pair of pink underwear. Your underwear… Scaramouche doesn’t even register what his body is doing out of his control until he unconsciously drops down to his knees, in front of the item, hands cautiously reaching out to grab them as if they would try and run away. “Holy shit…” he mutters the moment his hand curls around the fabric, pinching it between his fingers and raising it up to his face. He swears he can still smell the scent of your pussy lingering on them, and he’s imagining the way your slick folds rub against the cotton with each step you take.

Scaramouche gulps down the lump in his throat, his grip tightening around the cloth as he slowly inches it closer to his face. And as much as he wants to saviour this moment, he knows that time is limited and he has to act, fast. So without a second left to waste— his hand is thrusting the material right up against his nose and taking a deep inhale. He moans, a loud and needy moan falls out his mouth and thankfully, muffles into your panties so you have no chance of hearing it. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels a jolt of electricity flow throughout his body. He hunches forward— his free hand planting on the ground to stabilise his trembling body. “Mhm god, so…fucking good.” He mewls, unaware that he had started drooling all over the fabric like some sort of feral animal.

God your scent smelled so good— way better then he had envisioned in his mind. Way, way better that it has his mind running fucking haywire. And although he doesn’t want to, he pulls them away from his nose to take a breather. His breaths are erratic, tongue lolling out from his lips while his eyes blink rapidly in desperation to try and rid of the black spots around his vision. He’s just in a complete state of pure euphoria as he hurriedly stuffs his face back into your underwear, his teeth clamping shut over them.

He’s wasn’t aware how long he had hunched over the floor with your panties basically shoved up his nose until he hears the faint sound of the shower turning off from the bathroom. He pauses, eyes anxiously darting up and racking around the room in a panic. Of course— just as his hand was slithering down his stomach and towards his aching dick, he knew time was up. So with all his remaining strength, he lifts up from the floor and tries to steady his shaking legs. He’s so dizzy, there’s a line of drool leaking down his chin, and his eyes are drooping in pleasure.

Scaramouche tries so hard to steady his breathing, he really does— and he’s one hundred percent sure he looks like some sort of crazy person with the way he stumbles around the room. So with one last whiff into the fabric, he quickly stuffs your underwear into his back pocket and stumbles his way towards the door, grabbing onto walls and shelves to ensure he doesn’t topple over. Thankfully, by the time he’s back in the lounge room and hunched over the couch— you emerge from the bathroom with damp hair and new clothes, an elegant scent of strawberry’s lingering off your body. (He’ll have to ask what soap you use one day.)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche, for the next ten minutes, tries so hard to cover his boner from your gaze— he’s cupping it with his hand and grabbing a couch cushion to shield it away from you— all while he’s nodding along to whatever you say. It’s so painful, he’s occasionally taking deep, shaking breaths (which he blames on the sadness he feels for your friend) as he keeps shifting around in his seat to try and ease the tension. By the end of the day— as the sun slowly starts to set, you decide to call it a night and thank him for his time, walking him to the front door. He nods at you, eyes cast to the ground and saying to email him if you ever need anything.

Let’s hope you didn’t notice the way he tried to pull his shirt down to cover his hard cock— or why there is something pink, slightly hanging out from his back pocket.

Probably puts your underwear on his sex doll of you, lol

you can't tell me that venti doesn't LOVE putting his hands all over the object of his affection. he blames you, really - how can he not touch you when your body is so soft? his fingers look so pretty when they sink into your flesh to squeeze it with reverence, his cheeks flushing at the thought of how his fingers would look dug into either side of your hips.

[ he's relentless from the moment he first lays eyes on you. he sings you a tune, makes you smile, places his hand over yours as you're sat in the night air... and when he offers to walk you home, he'll make an excuse to lay against your arm, letting his eyes drift to your chest. he's tipsy, and you're so soft... he's already addicted.

days later, and it's like the bard is practically attached to your side. ]

venti is shameless about his desire for you in public. he'll squeeze your ass when you bend over, giggling when you whine that someone might see you. when he's tipsy, it's even worse - he'll mouth open kisses against your neck whilst his hands roam your chest, sighing about how soft you are.

(you were haunted by the sound of diluc awkwardly clearing his throat and suggesting venti had one too many when the bard had nearly mounted you after hugging you from behind one evening.)

you know that barbatos doesn't answer every prayer, but you do wonder what it means when your prayers are answered by a breeze that feels a little too deliberate in the way it dances across your skin.

it reminds you of how venti runs his fingers across your body. how curious.

Chief Alchemist

You had traveled to Dragonspine to work under Albedo as an assistant, since his official assistant was not available at the moment. You were already confident in your abilities when it came to alchemy, but decided that it would be beneficial twork under the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. You were still amazed at the fact that Albedo had given you the opportunity to work with him, but you definitely weren’t gonna sit on your ass the entire time, that’s for sure. 

You knew dragonspine was gonna be cold, but you didn’t realize just how cold. Luckily, you had brought your own homemade potions that were specifically made to warm the human body. That way, your outfit didn’t need to be covered up by a huge fur coat. You still had one in your suitcase, though, just in case. You used your map to guide you, making sure to be quick on your feet so as to not attract attention from monsters. Soon enough, you were close enough to see his camp, quickening your pace. 

Once you were finally at the site, you couldn’t help but stare in amazement. There were bits of research everywhere around you, valuable information there at your disposal. Albedo was writing things down on his clipboard before turning to look at you. 

“ Oh, you’ve arrived. You’re dressed rather lighty. Would you like a fur coat? “ He put the clipboard down on the table he was close to. 

“ No, that won’t be necessary. I brought my own potions to help with the cold. “ 

“ Potions? Do you specialize in them? “ His eyes widened curiously. You felt that if he were a dog or cat of somesort, his tail and ears would have perked up. 

“ Yeah, I’ve been studying it ever since I had the resources. Where can I put my things? “ 

“ That very dedication must’ve been what brought us together today, then. You can put your things inside of my tent, it isn’t very far from here. You’ll be staying there with me for the next few  days. “ 

You nodded, placing your suitcase near a chalkboard. “ I’ll leave my things here for right now then. I’ve heard your research has recently been revolving around ways to affect the human body, yes? “ 

“ Yes, I’ll inform you about what I need you to do. Are there any tools here you aren’t familiar with? “ He gestured to a small table on wheels with various tools, but you were familiar with them. 

“ I can’t say I’ve used everything here before, but I know all their uses. I hope that won’t be any trouble for you. “ He adjusted his gloves, grabbing his clipboard and pencil. 

“ Don’t worry, it won’t be much of a problem. I’ll bring you up to speed; I’ve been studying the human genitalia, both male and female. This experiment is mostly for monetary purposes, since I’m cooperating with an organization that deals with escorts legally. In short, I’m making both lubricant and potions designed to make humans sensitive to sexual pleasure and more aroused. “ He stared down at his clipboard, then back up at you. “ I believe that your knowledge of potions and how they’re capable of affecting the human body will be of use for this experiment. “

You were taken aback at first, especially since this was the last thing you had expected the experiment to be about. “ Hm… Well, I think it shouldn’t be very hard. “ You walked up to the chalkboard, where Albedo had sketched out a male and female body, including the reproductive organs. You didn’t plan on doing this sort of thing when you got here, but you figured you could learn a thing or two. “ For the sensitivity aspect, I think we should study the most sensitive parts of the genitalia… And how we can replicate that sensitivity for the rest of the genital. “ You turned back to look at him. “ Judging by the fact that you aren’t writing anything, you’ve come to this conclusion already. Have you looked into the matter? “ 

“ Yes, I have. I didn’t pursue it for very long, though. Since the reason for the clitoris and head of the penis’ sensitivity is because of the number of nerve endings it has, we can’t replicate that through lubricant or potions at all. What we can do, however, is study what sensations the human body is specifically sensitive to, like the cold. “ 

“ I assumed that’d be the case. For lubricant, I feel as if something that is hot or cold will be sufficient depending on what the user prefers. We could harvest whopperflowers and manipulate it as an ingredient so it won’t be too hot or cold as to harm the user, but instead to make them sensitive to the foreign sensation. I know of a few people who have farms specifically made to attract these creatures so that they can not only be harvested, but also reproduced, along with other monsters. “ 

“ Hm… yes, this does sound favorable. I actually have the remains of a cryo whopperflower stored away somewhere. We could use that for the test runs. “ 

“ Alright then. How would we change those parts to control the intensity, though? Perhaps some numbing medication mixed in could work, no? “ 

“ We’ll have to be cautious about the amount we add. Temperature does indeed have an affect on the male genitalia, I’ve run multiple experiments to test that theory. I’ll need to find a female subject to test as well, though. “ He tapped his pencil onto his clipboard. “ Perhaps the Adventurer’s Guild could arrange that for me. “ 

“ That won’t be necessary. I’d be willing to test out your theory during my stay here. I feel that I could explain symptoms in a way you could understand as well. “ You looked at the chalkboard, then back at him. “ I have numbing medication in my case. One type is oral, the other would be applied to a wound in case of emergency. “ 

“ There’s no need for that, I have some stored away. I wouldn’t want you to use your personal items for this, anyway. You said you were willing to test it out, yeah? “ He put his clipboard and pencil aside again. 

“ Yes, you just need to tell me when. “ 

“ Would… right now be suitable? I came up with a lubricant an hour or two before you got here. It worked well on me, but my female counterpart is not only away, but probably wouldn’t be willing to be experimented on under any circumstances, so I wasn’t sure how it’d affect the female body. “ He walked over to one of his shelves, taking a labeled bottle that had a container similar to that of a shampoo bottle. 

You knew that he worked fast, but you never suspected that he’d be this quick with his work. 

“ Of course I can test it. Not here, though… Isn’t there somewhere a little less, how do I put it… Open? “ 

“ Would the tent be sufficient? I imagine that’s also one of the only places in Dragonspine where one could properly pleasure themselves. I prepared accordingly. “ 

“ Yeah, the tent is just fine… I’m assuming you’ll have to be present. “ Your cheeks flushed at the idea of Albedo watching you while you played with yourself. 

“ Naturally. Not only to record symptoms, but also to be there if anything wrong occurs. That isn’t very likely, though. Don’t worry too much about it. Come, I’ll take you to the tent. “ 

You nodded, grabbing your things and following after Albedo. He made sure to take a few sheets of paper to jot down the results. 

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It didn’t take too long to get to the tent. It was nearby, just as Albedo had told you. You walked in, surprised to see how nice it was inside. There was a bed and a couch inside, as well as a drawer and carpet among many other things. You imagined this is where Albedo slept, since most things seemed untouched. You put your suitcase down while Albedo turned to look at you. 

“ Please make yourself at home. I need you to be comfortable for the best results, afterall. “ He smiled at you, sitting down on the couch. 

“ Hm… I feel like the bed would be most comfortable for me. Is that okay? “ 

“ Of course. “ He watched you closely as you walked over to the bed, but stopped in front of it. 

“ That… means you’ll be watching me the entire time, doesn’t it? “ 

“ Not unless it affects your performance negatively. If you’d like, I could turn around and rely on audible cues, but it might make the results a bit more… unreliable, per say. “ 

“ It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to slow down the process. “ You began undressing, but paused when Albedo started walking over. He handed you the lubricant. 

“ You’re allowed to back out of this at any time, please don’t force yourself. “ You gave him a reassuring smile before he handed you the lubricant. “ Here you go. I’ll try not to get in the way. “ 

You placed the lubricant onto the night stand beside the bed before you continued undressing. You heard the bedsheets move while Albedo sat down. He needed to observe you closely, after all. You stayed with your back turned to him, starting by taking your shirt off teasingly slowly. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want to be the only one getting aroused during this experiment.  You let your shirt fall to the ground, then slid your thumb underneath the hem of your pants, pulling them down to the floor and stepping out of them. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders before letting it fall to the ground.  You slowly pulled down your panties, your face flushing a little. You couldn’t tell how Albedo was reacting to all of this, but your heart still skipped a beat with excitement at the thought that he was watching your every move. 

You turned around and reached for the lubricant before sitting down on the bed near the headboard, while Albedo was resting against the footboard. You spread your legs completely, making sure he could see everything. 

“ You need a view of everything, right? Does this work? “ 

“ Yes, that works just fine. I’m glad to see you’re taking your time. If you require my assistance, simply call out my name. “ You couldn’t help but smile at his statement, but you had to keep your eyes on the prize. 

You reached your hand down, sliding one of your fingers between your folds to reach your clit. You started off with small, quick circles. Your breathing started to fasten, but you weren’t exactly close yet. You planned on applying the lubricant once you were actually going to put your fingers inside, but you wanted to get in the mood first. It was growing increasingly difficult, though. You couldn’t help but notice his blue eyes as they stared at your figure, carefully examining every aspect of your actions and body.

The two of you made eye contact, but you quickly closed your eyes instead to play it off. You couldn’t help but imagine what it was like to feel his skin against yours. What would it feel like to have him above you, while he “assisted” you? Would he stare at you the same way? You opened your eyes again, grabbing the bottle of lubricant. You spread your lips before pouring it on your arousal, shivering at the harsh coldness. You put the bottle aside and reached back down, spreading the lube around your pussy evenly. You had never felt so sensitive to your own touch before, and while you touched yourself the only thing in your mind was Albedo. You felt so lewd about it, but you couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he tried the lubricant out himself. 

You put a finger inside you, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. Your eyes blurred for a moment, but when you regained focus, Albedo was right beside you. 

“ Please don’t hold back your voice, Y/N. My data won’t be accurate if you do so. “

You looked up at him while he reached out to move your hand. “ Oh, please don’t let me interrupt you. “ You could feel your face flush while you continued to finger yourself, slightly closing your thighs. Your eyes widened when you felt Albedo caress your thigh before pulling it toward him, spreading your thighs apart. 

“ Remember, I need to see all of you, okay? “ You couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan when you felt his touch. He patted your head, caressing the side of your cheek. “ Good job, you’re doing great. “

Somehow, you mindlessly moaned out for Albedo, and didn’t even realize it until you saw him lean close to you. 

“ Yes? Do you need my help? “ You shivered as you felt his hand trace down your back.

“ I-... I want you to hold me, please… “ He seemed surprised at this, but he didn’t hesitate. He scooted you forward by the small of your back before sitting behind you. He pulled you closer, making you sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“ Is this sufficient? “ You simply laid back against his chest, obeying his orders from before and continuing to finger yourself. You felt his hand trace down your stomach, which he rubbed ever so lovingly. 

“ Hm… are you sure there aren’t any other ways to help you? “ He rested his hand on your folds, smiling against the flesh of your neck. You took your other hand to lay on top of his, applying some pressure to push his fingers between your folds. He didn’t move his fingers, though, and simply watched you closely. 

“ Stop teasing me, ‘bedo… “ You rolled back your head to look at him, to which he smiled at you. 

“ I’m not teasing. If you want me to do something to you, I’ll need you to tell me what to do to you… Where to touch, how to touch you… I’m no magician, I can’t tell what’s on your mind. “ 

“ Just… Touch me damn it. I’m- I’m yours. Do what you want. “ 

“ Okay, I’ll be gentle with you. I have birth control in the lab, you’ll have to take some later. “ He kissed your neck, and soon began rubbing his fingers against your clit. He seemed dissatisfied, though, and pulled away from you, which earned him a whimper. He took off his gloves, putting them on the nightstand. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, using his right arm to touch your clit again. He made small, slow circles. It almost felt sensual. He soon pulled away from you again to stand up on the floor. He started undressing at a similar pace you had before. 

“ You know, it’s funny that you said I was teasing you. Especially considering the fact that you were trying to strip tease me earlier. “ He turned around so his back was facing you, looking over his shoulder. “ Like this, yeah? I won’t lie, though, I enjoyed watching you. I think I’ll enjoy being up close and personal more, though. “ He finally got his pants and boxers off and turned to look at you, finally naked. He crawled onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs. He pushed you onto your side, which confused you. 

“ Your thighs… put them together tightly, okay? “ 

“ Mm… okay? “ You obeyed, putting your thighs together tightly. Albedo grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his cock. He shivered, letting out a shaky breath while he started to jerk himself off to spread it. Once he thought he had spread it enough, he scooted closer to you on the bed. He lifted your leg, pulling you closer to sandwich his cock between your thighs. He held you in pace while he began pulling back, then thrusting. You occasionally let out quiet moans when you felt his length rub against your clit. Albedo reached down to grasp the bedsheets on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. Instead, he bit down when he felt your hand reach down to caress his tip when it went past your thighs. 

“ Your body is so soft and plush, I can’t wait to be inside of you. “ Your face went red at this, your thighs squeezing together. He began quickening his thrusts, sucking on your neck while doing so. He quickly turned you over to lay on your back, spreading your legs. He sat up and watched you carefully while he jerked himself off, letting out a hitched moan and cumming on your stomach. You wiped some of it off your stomach, licking it off your fingers while you made eye contact with Albedo. He turned red, his length still hard. 

“ I suppose… This is a more efficient way to test how well the lubricant works. “ He spread the lube against your arousal with his tip, making sure it was evenly coated. He saw the excitement in your face and pulled away. 

“ Hey! That isn’t- That isn’t fair. “ You frowned at him, but he simply smiled at you before laying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. 

“ I thought it’d be better if you came before I put it in… I’d like to see how you taste, too. “ He moved his arms, locking them around your thighs. He dragged you closer to him, which surprised you. 

“ ‘Bedo… I’m starting to think this is more than something just for the project. “ You decided to tease him a little, sliding your hand between his locks. He kissed your clit, making you both jump and moan in surprise. He held you in place, though. 

“ Oh, don’t be too much of a downer… Judging by just how wet you are, you don’t mind that this isn’t entirely for research, hm?” You sighed, simply looking around the room out of embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong whatsoever- You were enjoying every bit of this. 

You squirmed when you felt him sucking on your clit directly, but he simply gripped your thighs and held you in place. He kissed your clit before pulling his face away, looking up at you. 

“ Stop squirming or I won’t touch you at all… “ He leaned toward your inner thigh, littering kisses and hickeys on them. “ And that wouldn’t be very pleasurable for either of us, now would it? “ 

“ ‘M sorry… “ You caught your breath, reaching out to touch his hair again. He leaned against your touch, and then turned to kiss your hand. “ It’s okay. Just be good for me, alright? “ 

“ I’ll be good, I swear. Just… touch me, please. “ You heard Albedo let out a soft laugh before he kissed your clit somewhat sensually. He let go of your legs, one of his hands moving to put two of his fingers inside you. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was finally touching you. He put his other arm under you, his hand spread across the small of your back. 

He looked up at you, most likely to make sure you were okay, then started moving his fingers in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. You let out occasional moans, but you were mostly breathing heavily. You felt Albedo curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot. You wrapped your legs around his neck so that you wouldn’t squirm very much, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Then, it happened. You screamed out for Albedo as he started thrusting his fingers into you at a brutal pace, nibbling on your clit. You pulled on his hair, which made you surprised to hear him moan at this. He reached out to your other hand, continuing his abuse of your pussy. You could hear your wetness combined with the lube slapping against the rest of his hands and your folds. 

“ How lewd… You’re sopping wet. I can’t imagine the state you’ll be in when I… nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough. “ He cut himself off, making you curious about what he planned on saying. You didn’t have much time to think about it though, especially when you felt him set a faster pace. You reached to grab his wrist, but he swatted your hand away. He lapped at and sucked your clit again, making you cry out his name. 

“ Albedo, Albedo- wait- I’m gonna cum- “ Albedo didn’t show any mercy, continuing to attack your clit. You arched your back, pulling on his hair. He stared up at your face while he continued to finger you, even going out of his way to hit your g-spot after you came. 

“ Ah, wait- waitwaitwait- Please, Albedo- “ Your body stayed tense. You didn’t get the opportunity to come down from your high, especially when he continued to finger you mercilessly. It didn’t take very long for you to cum all over again. You let out a small sob of pleasure. You’ve overstimulated yourself on your own before, but your heightened sensitivity along with Albedo’s touch was a completely different experience. He pulled away from you, sitting up while he hooked your legs around his waist. 

“ Hm… It really does seem as if the lube makes you more sensitive. Or perhaps you’re just a little bit of a slut. That’s alright, though… I don’t mind. “ Your face went red at his statement. You felt humiliated, but part of that was what turned you on. 

“ I’m… I’m not a slut. If I’m a slut, you’re a fuckboy. “ Albedo’s eyes widened for a moment. He stared down at you, but he soon laughed. 

“ Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I’ll live up to your expectations. “ Albedo grabbed his length, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself inside of you. He leaned down toward you, placing his hands on either side of your head, smirking down at you when he noticed the pleasure in your expression. He started with slow, hard thrusts that pushed you into the bed every time he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t been expecting it to feel like this, but you weren’t gonna complain. “ I’ll make you my slut. I want to be the only one to see you in such a vulgar state. “ You just nodded, as if agreeing to his proposal. He soon started to speed up, letting out moans and whimpers himself. You clawed at his back restlessly, arching your back slightly. In response, Albedo angled himself so that he’d hit as deep as possible, then held you in place while he hammered into you. He brought one of his hands to your lower stomach, using his thumb to caress your clit. You were getting so close, and Albedo showed no signs of stopping again. 

“ Albedo- I’m… I’m close- “ Albedo brought his face away from your neck, licking and kissing your body until he got to one of your nipplies. He promptly proceeded to ravage your boob, licking and biting your nipple. Eventually, the pleasure was too much for you, and you were brought to your peak again. Albedo didn’t stop, though. Instead, he lifted his head to look at you when you sobbed out that “it was too much”. He paused, which confused you. 

“ Wait, no, no- I didn’t want you to stop… “ You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks, almost as if to make amends. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“ Just hang in there until I finish, okay? Be good for me. I know you can take it. “ He kissed you before pulling away to suck on your breast again, then started thrusting. His pace began slow and gentle, but it escalated back to the pace he had before. Your walls clenched around him, making him moan whenever you did so. He bit down onto your nipple, speeding up the pace of his thrusts before being completely still inside of you. He let out an unruly, long moan while he finally reached his release balls deep inside of you. Your thighs trembled and your back arched even more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He eventually let go of you, letting you fall onto the bed. He pulled out of you, watching his cum seep out of your hole when you clenched around nothing. You tried to desperately catch your breath, trying to relax. Something about this view just turned Albedo on, and you were surprised to see him jerking off his semi-hard cock to get it to full length again.

“ Wait- “ 

“ You’re so good for me, Y/N. You can take more, right? “ He caressed your inner thighs, making you shiver while he glared down at you. “ Tell me you can take more of me. “ 

“ I-... I can take more of you, Albedo. I promise… I promise I’ll be good, ‘kay? “ He smiled at this, hooking his hands under your legs and bringing them to your chest. He leaned onto your legs, making you bend awkwardly. You weren’t sure why he seemed to like this pose- Not until he thrusted inside of you, that is. Both you and him noticed just how deep inside of you he could get in this position, which was a pleasant surprise for Albedo. 

“ Hold onto your legs with your arms. Keep them in place for me, hm? “ You didn’t hesitate to obey, hooking your own hands under your legs to bring them closer to your body while he let go of them. You let your lower legs rest on his shoulders, looking at Albedo while he placed his hands at either side of your head. “ Good… You’re so good for me, Y/N. I’ll make sure you get your reward. “ Your head was fuzzy with pleasure, but you were still able to make out his praise. He started thrusting into you slowly, seeming to show you at least some sort of mercy. He stared down at you, smiling while he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t resist at all, but you did bite down onto his lower lip when he suddenly went back to his monstrous pace all over again. You could tell that it was gonna be a few more rounds before he cut you some slack, especially when he came inside you and pulled out just to move you onto your stomach. You let out a weak moan when he pushed himself inside you again, his throbbing girth being ever so unforgiving. 

at last.

pairing: yan!morax (zhongli) x f!reader

contains: not safe for work content, explicit sex, dubious consent, yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged/contract marriage, coercion

“M-Morax…” His name leaves your trembling lips in a soft plea, and you can feel strong arms tighten protectively around you as his mouth brushes, deceivingly sweet, against your neck.

“Yes, my darling.” His hot tongue darts out to lick over the hickey that he had etched into your soft skin just minutes prior. “Tell me what you want, and you shall have it.”

Your vision is blurry and your mind is a chaotic mess, spinning with nothing but pleasure and desire, yet a voice deep within you screams and begs for you to run.

You did not belong with someone like him.

You were a loyal handmaiden to the late goddess Guizhong, who served by her side for many centuries. Upon your goddess’s death, Morax, her dear friend, took you into his care. A god of war, hardened by battle, you were always puzzled as to how he and your goddess were such closely aligned comrades. With a terrifyingly sharp golden gaze and bloody weapons that left many helpless at his feet, he was a strange friend for the kindhearted Guizhong to make.

Yet, perhaps your judgement of him truly was wrong. After all, how could a ruthless brute hold you so delicately, kiss you so tenderly, touch you so lovingly?

It was no secret to the gods of Celestia that Morax had always favored you, even to Guizhong herself. However, you were ever oblivious to his molten golden gaze following you ever so carefully whenever you graced him with your presence upon his visits to Guizhong’s domain. Guizhong’s death was the last barrier preventing Morax from securing you in his grasp, and the archons watched in silence as he staked his claim over you, his late friend’s poor abandoned handmaiden.

You still remember the day that he took you away from everything you knew, the memories that now linger so distantly in your muddled mind.

The cool evening air had brushed gently against your face, a few strands of your hair rustling in the wind as crickets chirped their songs in the distance along with the occasional croak of a lone frog. Glaze lilies were blooming around you, glowing a faint blue hue in the moonlight. You were quiet, still, unmoving, save for the slight quiver of your lips as you whispered a soft prayer into the night to a dead god.

Your heart was broken into pieces having witnessed your goddess and fellow handmaidens perish in a war that wreaked havoc on the entirety of Teyvat. You had no idea how long it had been since you ran away from the bloody battle to this secluded field of glaze lilies, only that the sting of the arrow wound in your shoulder and countless trails of tears staining your face remain as a reminder of what cannot be reversed.

His voice had cut through your anguished turmoil, the deep tones reassuring and gentle as they coaxed you closer. Promising that he would take you away from your pain, relieve you of your lonelieness, and protect your broken heart for the rest of eternity. Foolishly, naively, you had stood from your spot on shaking legs and ran into Morax’s waiting arms.

To his credit, he had not rushed you into anything. He maintained proper distance to allow you to recover both physically and mentally. You were given a luxurious room to stay in along with huge banquets and servants at your beck and call; you had found it strange to not be in the position of servitude for the first time in your life. Through it all, Morax was nothing but kind to you, keeping you company at your meals and taking strolls with you in the sprawling palace gardens. Your heart had been stirred by the gentleness he showed you; he was certainly not the terrifying war monger that many think him to be.

However, as you began to trust your goddess’s old friend, all of it came crashing down as his true intentions began shining through. Once, he returned to his palace from battle, eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and marched up to your room where you pretended to lay sleeping. He gathered your form in his arms and buried his nose in your neck, savoring the sweet scent before kissing his way up and down.

You had squeezed your eyes shut and tried to sleep; even if you were awake what difference would it make? How could you ever shake the will of a god?

One time turned into two, two into three, and then into every night when he returned, the stench of blood still clinging to his clothing as he tightly embraced you and ravished your neck.

It was not long before a contract was presented to you. Become Morax’s bride, and he will continue to protect you. Deny him, and he will no longer be obligated to do anything for you—and you would have nobody left.

You had signed your name with a shaking hand, tears falling down your face and blurring the ink.

Morax had carried you to your now shared bedchamber after the wedding ceremony, his grip still gentle but his eyes gleaming with something primal and ravenous.

He had pecked your forehead before laying you down in the luxurious silk sheets, wasting no time with pinning your trembling form down and claiming your lips. This was the second time he had kissed you—the first being at the ceremony—and this one was much different. Rather than chaste and tender, he’s all teeth and tongue, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting at your lips until they swell.

Your wedding garments slip off your body with ease, and you’re left bare under the god who had been waiting for many years to finally have you in his arms. Morax’s golden eyes drink in every inch of your body, from your pouting lips, to your delicate collarbones, to your perky breasts all the way down to the little leaking cunt that was waiting to be filled by him. An almost wicked, triumphant grin stretches across his lips as he drags a finger from your hole to your clit, pleased when you whimper for him.

“Oh, my darling, Aren’t you exquisite?” he murmurs, gathering your slick on his fingers before circling your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your entire body.

You’re shaking, weak protests leaving your mouth in pathetic blubbers as he continues to ruthlessly play with your drooling cunt. One long finger prods teasingly at your hole, and you wince as it struggles to work its way inside. You hear Morax inhale sharply.

“Hmm.” He huffs out a laugh. “We’ll make it fit, won’t we?” Fear briefly lances through you, but before you can act or speak, Morax’s finger begins moving in and out of your wet hole, stretching it out slowly. Your mind is filled with haze, your mouth falling slightly open as he adds his ring finger, humming in satisfaction as your pussy opens itself up for him.

“Such a good girl.” Morax kisses away a tear that has slipped down your cheek. “Don’t cry now, my beloved. I vowed to cherish you for the better and for the worse, for the rest of time.”

You let out something between a sob and a moan as your husband continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, the other hand lovingly brushing hair off your sweaty forehead. You feel a coil building in your stomach, something so terribly pleasurable and nearly ready to snap. His pace is brutal, and your eyes blur with stars as he hits the deepest parts inside of you with his long fingers over and over. You’re crying now, the room filled with only the squelching of your shamefully wet cunt and your sobs of pleasure. You’re so close to falling off the edge, but what will happen when you do—?

You suddenly feel his fingers slip out of you, and you gasp, letting out a weak whine of protest. Morax chuckles, caressing your cheek with his free hand while he brings his other to his lips, allowing himself to taste your arousal soaking his fingertips. Another uncharacteristically wicked smile mars his handsome face as he savors your flavor, golden eyes darkening ever more. “No need to whine. I’ll make sure you’ll never want for pleasure. Be patient, my beloved.” He leans down, head disappearing between your legs, and you jolt as he presses a soft kiss right on top of your clit.

Your eyes slip closed when Morax’s tongue licks up your folds, and he groans deeply as he tastes your sweetness directly from the source. You can no longer control the moans and whimpers that leave you as he laps at your cunt, circling and sucking at your clit while his large hands knead and pinch at your sensitive breasts. Your pussy gushes eagerly, and embarrassment burns hot in the pit of your stomach as you cum for the first time in your life, right onto Morax’s hungry tongue. You twitch and flinch as he continues to lick, overstimulating your poor abused clit as he tries to take in every drop of your essence.

“A-Ah… m-my lord…” you cry out, finally willing yourself to speak while trying to close your legs in response to the overwhelming feeling.

“Morax will do,” your husband chuckles against your cunt. His strong hands keep your legs open, unwilling to take his eyes off the image of your messy pussy. How could he ever stop admiring such a sight? “No need for formalities anymore, hmm?”

“M-Morax.” You whisper his name for the first time, your eyes fluttering closed as you heave weakly from your orgasm. You can’t see him, but his eyes soften as he hears his name fall from your mouth.

“Yes, darling?” You’re silent for a moment, still trying to catch your breath.

“Do… do you r-really love m-me?” Your voice sounds so tired, so broken. You hadn’t wanted to care, hadn’t wanted to give yourself to the man who had coerced you into being his tragic bride. Still, Morax is all you have left. Aside from him, there was no one else in the world who could take care of you. Deep down, you knew that, and the idea of rejecting him is too much to bear.

Morax reluctantly pulls away from your pussy only to gather your naked form into his lap, pressing his lips against yours once more. He’s gentle this time, his lips barely brushing against yours. “Little one, you’ll never know just how much I love you. Nor for how long I’ve waited just to have you by my side.” A sickening, yet warm feeling sweeps over you as he says this, and you involuntarily lean into his broad chest, hands fisting at his robes. Morax smirks, all teeth and malice, though you’re completely unaware. “Be assured of this, my dear. I will never let you go. You’re mine. Do not dare to forget my love for you.” At his coldly possessive words, your body recoils, snapping you out of your stupor. You can suddenly feel the hardness of his erection prodding against your stomach, and dread fills your chest as you realize that the night is far from over.

You’re laid on your back and faced with the view of Morax removing his clothes, his large erection springing free and dripping precum onto your belly. Morax grasps his cock in one of his large hands, greedy gaze reveling in the way you stutter and flinch as you stare at him.

As much as he loves and treasures you, he can’t help but also bask in the fact that he has you completely at his mercy.

Of which he has none.

Your entire body tenses in anticipation as Morax guides his huge cock towards your entrance, alarms ringing in your head as you once again attempt to close your legs. How is that supposed to fit—?

“I’ll take care of you,” Morax tells you, stern as he grabs your thighs firmly and spreads them back apart. His gaze flickers down to your warm, soaked hole, waiting and ready just for him. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, trying to stop himself from shoving himself inside right then and there.

“Forgive me,” he apologizes, before he allows the tip of his cock to breach your virgin walls, and his eyebrows furrow in concern as you let out a cry of pain. “I’m sorry, my darling.” He slowly starts to push the rest of his dick in, holding you tightly when you wail out at the thicker parts, and kissing at the tears that stream down your cheeks.

“I-It’s… i-it’s too-o b-biggg…” you slur out, drool dripping from your mouth as your innocence is finally claimed by your new husband, blood soiling the sheets as evidence.

“I know, my little one. I know,” Morax coos, planting kisses all over your pretty face to try and soothe your pain. “Just a while longer. Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.”

You can’t answer him, the feeling of his cock sheathed in you is too much. You can feel him throbbing with need deep inside you, and when you shamefully tilt your head downwards, you can see the large bulge in your stomach. Pain is slowly replaced with feeling of just being wholly, overwhelmingly, full. His dick is just so long and thick, filling up every part of you so well—

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you involuntarily arch against Morax’s muscular frame, your arms wrapping desperately around his neck as your little cunt creams around his cock. You rasp out his name in a sobbing whisper, your second orgasm nearly making you pass out from its intensity.

Morax chuckles, kissing your lips gently. “Do you love my cock that much already, sweet girl?” Your unfocused and dumb expression is perhaps the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. This is all he’s ever wanted to do; to make his kindhearted, gentle lover completely stupid on his dick. You’re the very image of beauty as you whisper desperately,

“Y-Yes, Morax. I l-love your c-cock so m-much…” Pride swells within him as you hide your face in his chest, embarrassed at what you had just said. Still, you can’t stop yourself from begging, “P-Please, it’s t-too much… p-please do s-something…”

Morax takes this as a sign to move, and move he does. He thrusts once into you, and watches with great interest as your pussy convulses around him and your mouth falls open into a wanton moan. Soon the only the sounds in the room are the slick sounds of Morax’s cock filling you up, accompanied by your whimpers and his deep grunts. He fucked you at a ruthless pace, your pussy split open on his cock again and again.

You should feel dirty, used, unpure; Guizhong’s handmaidens typically choose to remain untouched for the entirety of their lives (although Morax had personally defiled several of them in secret, imagining they were you. You rarely left Guizhong’s sight; how else could he deal with his desires?). However, as much as it repulsed you to admit it, your body craved and enjoyed every second of his cock inside of you.

You lose track of how long this lasts, of how many times your husband flipped you into a new position and sheathed his dick inside of you, wracking your body with cries of pleasure and pain, of how many times your little cunt gushed all over him, of how many times he stroked his release into you and filled you with his cum. All while whispering in your ear how delicate you were, how you should be grateful that he, a big strong warrior, had come to save and shield you from the terrifying world, how he loved you ever so much and without him and his love, you would’ve perished along with everyone else, so open your legs a little wider, darling, and let him cum inside you once more.

Only after does it hit you that you’re trapped in his arms, and that there’s no way out. A numb feeling runs over you as you lay, boneless, sleepy, and belly swollen with cum. He’s holding you close to him as he vows to give you whatever you wish for, and your lips seem to move by themelves as you silence the voice screaming in terror within you.

“I-I want…” you whisper out, your fucked-out mind only wishing to be held and cherished and loved. “…you t-to stay. F-Forever.” As soon as you utter those words, you don’t even have time to regret your statement before Morax’s smirking lips kiss your cheek gently.

“As you wish, my dear.”

Despite it all, a dumb smile crosses your face as his fingers brush against your pussy and push his leaking cum back inside. Yes, you will never be alone again.

You’re right where you belong, at last.

playing hard to get [pt. 1]

as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.

includes: diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 2 - zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

DILUC wasn't too pleased to see you at angel's share so often at the beginning, but he eventually got used to your presence — begrudgingly, of course. there would be no way he was anticipating your visits, that's plain absurd. he just so happened to be the bartender that time, and you were the one coming to see him, not the other way around. that said, you don't approach him the moment you step foot inside; you made it a habit to converse with other customers first before taking a seat on a bar stool, showering DILUC with the usual compliments and idle chatter. it never seems like he listened properly to whatever you were saying, too busy mixing drinks and wiping glasses, but you knew he was. on what basis? a hunch. which wasn't all that trustworthy, but you wholeheartedly believe in it.

this night didn't start out differently from the rest. the door swung open, and his eyes flickered to the newcomer. ah, it was you, strolling up toward a table with your acquaintances. nothing out of the ordinary. but time passed: half an hour had gone by, then another, and then... huh, it's awfully late. it was right about the time you usually left- hey, wait, you're already leaving? DILUC was nearly startled into dropping a glass, and it wasn't his proudest moment. why were you going when you haven't said a single word to him?

“you're leaving?”

you knew you'd won the second he uttered those words. you spun on your heel, looking almost smug, and DILUC had never felt so defeated before. “yes, i have an early start tomorrow, so i'm afraid i don't have the time to chat right now.” he wanted to argue that you had enough time to chat with the other patrons, he really did, but he'd only look like an immature fool.

he placed down the wine glass in his hands, sighing. “would you allow me to accompany you home?”

oh, you've won, alright.

XIAO was often the receiving end of your pointless chatter, ranging from complaints from an exhausting day at work to trivial matters like what you were planning to have for dinner that evening. it was an arrangement XIAO never signed up for — somehow, you'd gotten a hold of his usual spot at wangshu inn and made it a habit to sit next to him whenever you were free and proceed to fill his ears with useless blabbering. he thought of it as a mild inconvenience, and told you as such: “your presence is irritating.”

you seemed a little shaken then, frozen in shock for a split second. but your expression warmed into a sheepish smile, and it looked somewhat stiff, but XIAO made no move to comment on it. “is that what you really think?” he didn't feel inclined to nod, nor did he deny it.

perhaps he should've.

you didn't visit the next day, or the next, or even the next after that. XIAO thought nothing of it at first, since it wasn't odd for you to miss visits on consecutive days. but you didn't come for a week, and then another, and-

he was tired of turning around to look behind him each time he heard footsteps padding against the floor, only to be devasted to not see the person he was expecting. it was certainly strange... how come you never paid him a visit? you've never gone for so long without seeing him, which obviously meant the same for him, and he'd been feeling antsy without the assurance you were alive and well. verr goldet had told him you were only busy with your job, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.

he was just about ready to give up waiting for you that day and head off to his own room when his ears picked up on the sound of creaking from the stairs. he glanced at its direction, mentally prepared to be disappointed, only to see... you, hesitant to step closer. oh. it was actually you.

his heart fluttered in glee and you nervously laughed, “oh, sorry, i didn't think you were still here... yanxiao asked me to fetch a couple of things for him and it was late so i didn't assume you'd still be around.”

your words were deaf to his ears as XIAO himself approached you with his own feet. and, well, if he'd walked with hurried strides or accidentally slipped a smile or two, then nobody could blame him.

CHILDE could be described as mean. not a total douchebag, but pretty close to it — even scaramouche had dubbed him as such, and it wasn't just because he disliked the fellow harbinger.

CHILDE was fully aware of his own charm, and though he wasn't one to boast about it, he knew how attractive he was: physical features aside, he was good at fighting, and he knew how to cook, not to mention he had an overwhelming wealth to brag for. it wasn't unusual for people to flock over him to curry his favor, and he'd be lying if he said he disliked it.

he had a terrible hobby, you see. CHILDE would set his eyes on a particular person that piqued his interest, shower them with attention, gift them with whatever they could ever ask for, and treat them with nothing but kindness. but then he'd act distant the next moment, indifferent to their advances, until that person would become impatient and take the initiative themself. he found satisfaction in the way someone would beg for his affection, the way they clung to him so desperately... and yet he'd grow tired of them once the fun was over, and he'd repeat the process again. a heartbreaker at his core.

at the beginning, you were just that — another pitiful victim to CHILDE's whims. you were so, so gullible, so easy to please. you smiled at every insincere compliment, gasped at even the cheapest of presents. “thank you,” you'd say each time, genuine gratitude plastered all over your expression, and CHILDE would feel the tiniest twinge of guilt squeezing his heart. his conscience was screaming at him to stop.

but more than anything, he wondered what you would do if he ignored you altogether.

he thought you'd be adorable, shyly grasping the back of his shirt to ask him out on a date yourself. he wanted to see that, to tease you for being so straightforward. and maybe he'd even take you seriously, something he'd never done before. you were a special case, after all; the idea of dating you was... nice. he'd treat you even better than before, treasure you to the best of his abilities. he'd give you anything you asked for.

but you didn't seek him out. no, you never paid him any mind, batted an eyelash at his sudden absence. you weren't bothered by his disappearance at all, just as cheerful as you've always been, and he didn't like that. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want to see you being fine without him, when he'd been aching from distancing himself from you. it was unfair. he wanted you to long for him the same way he longed for you.

and at his wit's end when he knocked on your door at late evening, coming face to face with your knowing smile, he knew he got a taste of his own medicine.

Yandere Abnormalities — Punishing Bird Snippet

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation. If you don't like OOCs and fanon, discretion is advised.)

I decided to write this down since it has been nagging me for the past few days and college is a bitch that won't let me write anything else.

This bird could kill all my agents in the game, and I will never stop loving it.

Warnings: Slight gore and blood

Word Count: 1 100+

Adorable. Just absolutely adorable.

When you first saw him, you just had this irresistible urge to pinch him, hug him, pet his head, and run your fingers through his baby blue hair. But of course, you didn't since that was a sure way to get killed by any Abnormality.

The first time you were ordered to work on him, it was for Attachment. You didn't mind since who could deny such an adorable little guy? From what you could tell, he was barely taller than your chin! If it wasn't obvious, you were more than happy to be with him!

Sure, he mostly just glared at you (if he wasn't outright ignoring you). But how could you hate him for that when his own sulking looked cute?

Without a single bit of shame, you said that to his face, and much to your amusement, his cheeks only puffed up even more, growing pinker by the second!

Was this Abnormality even capable of looking intimidating?

After that, you haven't been called to work on Small Bird, but it's not like you had to. He often breached his containment unit, and by now, hardly anyone batted an eye when warnings set off because of him.

But unfortunately for you, that meant he was bothering you more often. Initially, it was thought that he breached only whenever an agent panicked, so when others saw the tiny bird pecking away at your forehead, everyone immediately ran to suppress you.

As much of a pain in the ass as it was to deal with the countless bruises you received, it wasn't entirely bad since you finally saw him in his avian form So, that's why you're called Small Bird, you mused.

You had always known that the boy wasn't sweet. Far from it, really. But you didn't expect him to be mischievous. Like a corvid, he would steal your food, sometimes even your personal belongings, just so he could hoard all of them in his little perch.

When he told you that you would have to climb up to get your things back, he just smirked at your irritation.

He knew that there was no way that perch would be able to hold your weight. And if you were to break it? Well, would you really risk angering him? You may find him irresistible to hug, but that will never make you forget that he's a TETH class Abnormality.

And much to your detriment, your fear of him only ensured that he would keep causing mischief around you since there would be no consequence. It was made even worse by the fact that his amusement at your suffering produced more PE boxes than usual, so there was no way the facility would help you with this one.

When you both walked across one another, the look of exasperation was instinctual. Before you even realized it, you were groaning at the sight of him. Naturally, that only delighted the avian even more.

"Sucks when I'm the one annoying you, isn't it?"

Your eyes widened. Was that really the reason why he kept breaching his containment unit? You ruined his day, so now, he is hellbent on ruining every single day for you?

But then, the time came that Small Bird breached for a good reason. It was one of the agents. They had gone on a murderous rampage after a particularly bad work with one of the Abnormalities.

You were one of the agents sent to suppress them, and unsurprisingly, Small Bird had come along to help. But then, things got out of hand, and you wound up being thrown to the floor so hard, you had whiplash.

That was when Small Bird's eyes began to turn red.

You were equipped with the right weapon for this, but why couldn't you bring the agent back to sanity? It was as if every hit you made only hurt them rather than help. But you weren't going to give up. Enough people die everyday as it is, and you weren't going to let this one go.

Then, you saw their eyes light up again, the fog vanishing as they began to regain consciousness. "Wh-what? I..."

They looked as though they were on the verge of tears. Remorse and self-hatred, two emotions that had overwhelmed them to the point of breaking down.

"I'm sorry!"

You kneeled down on the floor beside them, crying as well. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." Was it, really?

You two stayed like that for a while, with the other agents joining in to form a sort of support group. Together, you all huddled together, hugging and sharing comforting words. Someone was even clever enough to be humorous about the situation.

But the heartfelt moment had to end.

One of the agents was flung to the wall, away from the agent you had just saved. Your entire body went into overdrive, and before you could even understand what was fully happening, you were hurrying to pull the agent away from danger. Away from anything that could hurt them again.

Too late.

One moment, the agent was just standing there, eyes still wide from shock as she looked at the man who had been flung to the wall. Next, they were gone.

You could only stare, shell-shocked, as her body was torn to shreds. His mandibles and neck had split open to accommodate such a large bite, revealing the several jagged teeth that lined his throat, his mouth, and even his tongue.

The other agents could only watch in terror as they watched the boy, the one they had all considered too cute, too soft to be any real threat, tear their friend apart, eat them from limb to limb until nothing was left.

When he finished, he began to walk towards—

You crawled back, trying to get as much distance between you and him. But your legs were too shaky to stand on. You could only cry as you watched him tower over you.

His mouth—if that could even be called a mouth—was now closed. Now, he looked just like he did before. Adorable, harmless, with pink lips that couldn't hurt anyone.

He crouched down before you. Like this, you could see it clearer. The little bits of flesh and sinew that had fallen from his mouth onto his blue-feathered sweater when he was eating.

"Aren't you being too lenient, [Name]?" He tilted his head slightly to the right, the way he often did as a little bird whenever he watched you do something. "They didn't deserve your mercy."

"You...you killed them," you said, too mortified to say anything else.

"I did."

A wide smile contorted his face. For a moment, you thought that thing was going to open again, but no. All it revealed were sharp red teeth, your deceased colleague's flesh stuck between them.

"Now that they are punished, they could never hurt you ever again."

'Blood Feather' by Jeremiah McAdams

'Strands of a Feather' by Artem Podrez

☁️ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! — an anthology | wc: 4.2k

feat: albedo + diluc + itto + tartaglia + thoma

cw: afab!gn!reader (pussy + cunt + clit + cervix + labia are used to describe genitalia), overstimulation, oral sex (reader receiving), mild monsterfucking + facesitting (itto), impled subspace + mentions of a safeword / safe gesture (thoma), further content warnings included prior to each character’s section

a/n: i love when my men get a little fucked out on pussy… can i get a yeah boiiii!!!

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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹how they kiss you during sex headcanons feat. itto : kazuha : ayato : kaeya : diluc : gorou : dainsleif : xiao : childe : zhongli feat. fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

animalistic kisses with itto because he's way too overwhelmed with the pleasure he's feeling right now. Unable to comprehend a single thing except his cock sliding in and out of you so fucking nicely while you're whimpering against his ear. It's more teeth than anything and he uses his tongue a lot, expect your lips to be wet as fuck once he's done with you.

passionate kisses with kazuha because of the love he feels towards your being and the act on itself. For him, it's all about communication and feelings, loves when you tell him how to pleasure you against his lips. Tends to nib on your lower lip while thrusting into you slowly and sensually. Uses his tongue most of the time because of its intimacy.

short pecks with ayato because he's way too focused on fucking into your cunt. Legs thrown over his shoulders lazily while he holds you down on your waist, gradually bringing the both of you to a breathtaking climax. If you reach your hands up to his face because you're in need of some ayato kisses, he'll gladly do it and place light kisses all over your face to coax out a smile from you. Though he isn't a big kisser during the act, when it comes to aftercare, that's a whole different story I still got to tell.

sucking on your tongue with kaeya because he's just a cheeky asshole like that. He's practically begging you to open up your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to admire. He's balls deep inside of you, throbbing hole grabbing him like a vice and once he's sucking on your tongue, he can practically feel you orgasm all over him. And he knows, he's an absolute natural at this, very confident in his abilities, just the right amount of tongue, saliva, and movement from our cavalry captain.

neck kisses with diluc because he's way too embarrassed to show you his blushed face. An angry red decorating his cheeks with such intensity that he'd rather die than show you his flushed out face, he's just way too adorable. Will nibble on your earlobe and use his tongue a lot on your neck, trailing wet kisses up and down your collarbone as well, knowing exactly on where to find your sweet spot. Neck kisses are connected with passion so expect a lot of that.

whiny kisses with gorou because the way you ride him is way too much for him to take, it's beyond him now, really. He'll reach over to your face to grab it so he can push you down to feel your lips against his own. It's not much tongue or anything, he'll whine in between kisses as he's chanting your name over and over again. You're running your fingers through his hair and graze his chin to calm him down while he's continuing to be a shaky mess, unable to get enough of you, ever.

breath kissing with dainsleif because the emotions he's feeling in that moment won't compare to anything else he has ever felt before. When you inhale, he inhales, matching your breathing as the both of you look into each others eyes, locking eyes while he's fucking you deep and slow. In combination with hands-holding and lingering gazes, all of that makes the kiss so much more electric when it actually happens.

bite kisses with xiao because sometimes he gets too caught up in the heat of the moment, completely forgetting that you're not unbreakable. He won't go overboard though, since he would never hurt you in any way. Expect a lot of tugging and sucking against your lower lip, biting down too but never too hard. Obviously uses his teeth more than his tongue because he's still not quite used to it yet.

licking your lips with childe because he's all about using his tongue a lot, there isn't anything that arouses him more than a kiss that's wet and filled with sexual tension. So fucking erotic in his eyes. Before he'd deepen the kiss, he'll lick over your lower lip sensually, slightly biting down so you'll open up your mouth, and once you do he's already pushing his tongue inside of you. He's careful with his teeth but will use his saliva and spit in your mouth but only if you're into it.

forehead kisses with zhongli while he's holding your hands above your head, sloppily fucking into your hole that's dripping wet, your juices coating his heavy balls that would smack against you while whining out his name to tell him it's too much. Once he's heard you whine like that he'll move down to your face, giving your forehead a quick peck and finishing it off with whispering against your abused lips that you can handle it.

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I have a habit that I learned from my mother where if anyone’s lounging next to me with their bare legs, I’ll instinctually start massaging it.

Of course, it only happens with my friends and family. If I ever did it to a stranger I would die @.@

Anyways, acolytes’ reaction xD

Hey hey! I chose a few characters I personally liked to write about, but feel free to send in another ask if I missed the characters you wanted! I also changed the prompt here and there; it’s basically ‘’an unexpected massage’’, hope it’s still alright :)

Note: not proofread, wanted to post it tho

It had been a while since you first arrived on Teyvat. Everything is a lot more peaceful and you're able to enjoy your days with relatively little stress. 

One of the only chores you needed to do included paperwork. You have an office of your own where you do most of your work, usually with the help of some acolytes. Generally, you'd be at your desk, but today was a couch day. So as one does, you plopped down and patted the seat next to you

Venti is constantly testing how far you'd let him go. He'd hug you, attempt to cuddle up to you, he even tried to sneak in a kiss! So when he'd lounge himself onto the couch it's no surprise that he'd move his legs into your lap. Venti thought you were too occupied with your 'stupid paperwork', so he assumed something like this would bring your attention back to him. He'd be surprised when you'd continue to read the paperwork while your free hand starts to gently massage his leg. His shock passes quickly, and suddenly he doesn’t seem to hate the paperwork as much as before. When you notice that his constant nagging stopped, you look up; Venti isn't usually silent. When he throws a cheeky smile your way, you realise the situation you brought yourself in and get flustered real quick. 'Don't worry your Grace! I'll return the favor any time, ehe!'

Zhongli has no trouble helping you. He liked spending his time with you and felt happy whenever he could aid you in these tasks. His voice was a bonus for you as well, and you always listen carefully when he points out the important parts on the papers. His figure is close to yours and you’d been leaning closer to get a good look at the papers in his hand. Unknowingly to you, you had grasped his free hand in yours and had started to gently massage it. Believe me, he didn’t want you to stop but it was hard to point out things on the paper without a hand. He'd bring the situation to your attention and would give a deep chuckle when he'd see you get flustered. After he further explained the paperwork, he decided to massage your shoulders instead. Perhaps some closer contact would help your focus? 'Do you wish to remove my gloves, Your Grace?'

You were in Mondstadt for the upcoming weeks and decided to visit Diluc at the Dawn Winery. There had been enough time for you to visit the city and other places, but the endless workload still chased you. After procrastinating for a good while, you decided that Diluc could be your motivator! If he’s working, you might feel obligated to work as well! At least, that was the idea. At one point during your stay in his office you invited him to sit on the couch with you. Unfortunately, from that moment forward it’s Diluc that’s unable to work. The moment you moved closer to his figure,- his brain stopped working. He could feel his leg touching yours, -and why did you have to place your hand on his leg to massage him? He was certain you could hear his heartbeat. Are you doing this on purpose? It’s only when you remove your hand after finishing your paperwork that he regains the ability to think. ‘Hey Diluc, you’re not procrastinating right?’ You tease him. He huffs in response and returns his focus on his work, hopefully then you wouldn’t see his face. ‘I’d never.’